Busted

You got ahold of me while you were camping with The Love of My Life.  The Love of My Life, who said it was a male exclusive trip.  So why the girls in the background?  You dirty talked me, while staring at him, from cross an open fire, the Love of My Life.  I heard it in your voice, through the whisky and the coke, you felt sad for me?  You apologized saying that calling me was wrong and that you're friends with both of us, me and The Love of My Life.  I swallowed hard.  I felt hot, "pity thyself" tears roll down my face and for the pending loss of, The Love of My Life. Steady as a inmate, I say, "Show me dirt. Expose him. I'll never say a word and I compensate generously."  I could feel you get hard through the receiver.  All the while, you staring at her, on him (The Love of My Life).  You sent me an image of him crawling in a tent, the Love of My Life and a beautiful, younger version of myself. I pack my things.  I walk out the door.  I never see "The Love of My Life" again.  You walk into my apartment, cock leading the way.  I suck your dick, like it's my job.  I take my time, like we've got nowhere to ever be again.  I wear your potential offspring on my face like some kind of Queen.  Laying on your chest and breathing hard, I ask, "Why'd you tell me? Why didn't you lie for him?"  You look at me, with that look and I know what you will say.  Confessing from a place that's real you state, "You're the love of my life."